Rich Girl Transforms Into Doomsday Survival Maniac
A split second before I swipe my card at the Hermès boutique, I hear my unborn son's scream inside my head.
"Mom, don't buy this useless designer bag! The zombie apocalypse is only a month away! This is inedible, and it can't be used as a weapon either. What's the point of buying it? Buy essential food! Sell that limited-edition sports car at home and trade it for a bulletproof armored vehicle!"
My hand trembles, and the purchase order worth millions scatters across the floor.
The sales associate looks at me with disdain and says, "Ms. Webb, if you don't have enough funds, you can always come back another day."
I ignore her and immediately turn around to call the owner of the wholesale market.
Without wasting any time, I order, "I need 10,000 pounds of potatoes and 5,000 pounds of beef. Make sure it's the kind with the fatty parts! I want it delivered immediately!"
From this moment onwards, the socialite Phoebe Webb who only knows how to shop is gone. In her place stands a survivalist obsessed with preparing for the end of the world.